My Ex-boyfriends Friend – Episode 15

MY EX-BOYFRIENDS FRIEND – Episode 15

A story by Kennedy C Katongo

 

 

“Guess where am heading…” I asked Major.

“With that smile? I don’t even have a clue.” He said.

“Am going to the hospital. Hope I bump into that Doctor.”

“Kalaba! That won’t end well for you. I think the best you can do is stalk her on Facebook and not at her work place. If you really serious about taking her out then don’t become a weirdo. Girls just don’t like that.” Major said.

He was now busy hanging the painting on the wall. “I got an A + for this!” He shouted.

“As if you ever got a D – in your life, will have to catch up later I have a call.” I said as I quickly hang up.

It was Zee, anyway that’s what I saved Captain.

I couldn’t believe he was calling me because as far as I could remember he had never called me before, it’s not like I had also called him before.

The kind of friendship between me and him was all centered around the ladies, since it’s because of them that we even met in the first place.

I never liked the idea of being friends with your girlfriend’s best friend’s boyfriend. If such makes sense anyway.

For me it was more of a chain to the leg, once you mess up, the other guy gets in trouble and that’s why I avoided Captain.

KALABA: “Captain, you good man?”

CAPTAIN: “Am great thanks, have you spoken to Kutemwa lately?”

KALABA: “No I haven’t, she blocked. What’s up? Is she suppose to call me?”

CAPTAIN: “Not really, I thought you knew…”

KALABA: “Knew what? Is she getting married or something?”

CAPTAIN: “It’s more worse than that, she was actually in an accident.”

KALABA: “Accident! When? Where? Is she okay?”

CAPTAIN: “Hold your horses, she fine. It’s just the drive whose in bad shape. Otherwise Kutemwa…”

Before he could finish talking the line cut. I tried to call back but his line was off, probably a low battery kinda of thing. I tried to call Kutemwa but I couldn’t go through, ‘some ladies have hearts of stone.’ I said to myself as I drove off.

Without a clue which hospital she Kutemwa would have been admitted at, I didn’t bother to start searching, hence, I continued on my way to the hospital.

The thought of what excuse to give once I ran into Dr Mwanza was something I couldn’t make up.

“What do you want? I thought I told you your check up was after two weeks!” I laughed as I imagined her saying something as hash as that.

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Among the visitors I had, Captain wasn’t someone I expected, but I was glad he showed up to visit. Like Angel, he also thought it would have been good for me to tell Kalaba about my accident which I still strongly opposed.

“We are ready.” Angel said as she walked in.

“Take good care of her, you know how naughty she can be at time.” Mum said as she gave me a hug.

We waved them bye and went out to look for Dr Mwanza’s office.

For the first time, walking was stressful. ”A wheel chair wouldn’t be bad.” I said as we stood in the corridor.

“You wouldn’t look good, with the way you eat, it would surely mess you up.“ Angel responded.

“Try her line again, maybe she will pick up.” I told Angel.

Captain had volunteered to take the bags to the car while Angel and I went off to look for the Doctor.

ANGEL: “Hey Mirriam, This is Angel. Where are you?”

MIRRIAM: “Hey Angel, am heading to my office from the conference room. Where are you guys?”

ANGEL: “We are on the third floor, corridor. I think we lost.”

MIRRIAM: “Oh, what you have to do is get on an elevator to the next floor, and look for room D10. That’s my office.”

“She says Next floor, D8.” Angel said.

“I don’t get it, these modern hospitals are so confusing. It’s like seating for a maths exam.” I responded furiously.

After what seemed like forever to me and just a minute to Angel, we finally found D8.

“Hello!” She called out to us as she came through. Elegance was an understatement for how she looked, “Am sorry I couldn’t pick up your call. My phone was on silent and phones are not allowed unless you are ready to pay a K100.” She smiled.

“Please come in.” She said as she swiped a key card.

“We not even taking long, my boyfriend is waiting for us outside.” Angel said as we entered the office.

“I just thought we say hi, I’ve been discharged. Thought it wouldn’t be a good thing to just disappear.” I smiled as I spoke.

“That’s really thought of you, am sorry I couldn’t come through after that day. Preparations for the presentation got me busy.“ She said warmly.

“It’s okay, Well, Angel and I would like to invite you for a ladies day out this weekend, that’s if you don’t have plans yet.” I said.

“That would be lovely, I would lie if I say I have something planned out…”

“That’s just great. Then will be waiting for you. One of us will send you the directions.”

“Sure, did they tell you that Chanda has woken up? Though he hasn’t said anything yet?” She asked.

“Yes we were told.” Angel and I answered in unison.

“Are you sisters?” Mirriam asked.

“Yes we are!” We again answered in unison.

“We are sisters but not biologically related.” Angel added.

We spent about 20 minutes chatting and laughing in Mirriam’s office. It was then that her phone rang, it was more like a beep really. She turned to me and whispered that we had to go, it was Captain who had just beeped us.

Mirriam was glad that we went to see her, she escorted us to the escalator, at the door we stood and picked up another topic.

“Mirriam what do you make of a lady that gives a man money?” Angel paused.

“I see no problem in that, if he can’t manage and you as the girlfriend can manage… Then you must help him.” Mirriam answered.

“Exactly my point. But why do leaders feel like they are entitled to a man’s income once they start dating him?” I said.

“Such a mindset as a lady is just wrong. Personally I get talk time for my boyfriend, even if he hasn’t asked me. I just feel guilty always being the one asking for ABC.” Angel said as we all laughed.

The three of us had alot in common despite our difference in careers. Mirriam easily fit in, we said our byes as we entered the elevator.

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I arrived at the hospital feeling nerves, regardless of having driven for 20minutes from work to where I was, I hadn’t yet thought of what to say to Dr Mwanza once I met her.

I did try to rehearse a couple of lines but they didn’t just make sense.

After parking my car, I decided to look around the car park for Kutemwa’s car but there was no sign of it anywhere.

Once I entered, the thought of checking in at the reception didn’t even cross my mind. I was aware of what that lady could do, so instead of using the stair like last time when I had to trail behind Dr Mwanza, I decided to use the elevator. It’s not like I was suddenly going to gain, I always thought health personnels who promoted physical working out exaggerated things.

I stood at the two elevator doors waiting for the one that was going up. Within a minute of waiting one opened up, there was an elderly couple and a man my age.

“TiKe (TK), You gad man? I watched tha show it lit. Like big time. Great come back. Just awesome works bra” He said immediately I entered.

“Thank you man. Really appreciate the love” I responded.

I didn’t know what to say, for some strange reason getting applause and good words from people didn’t move me like before.

The man was very excited and kept asking me funny questions, it was hard wasn’t had to ignore him but his accent just made it hard. It wasn’t until long that I had reached the third floor.

It was that kind of thing were you are not expecting to see someone and behold, like the tree of Lebanon she stood firm and tall.

 

TO BE CONTINUED…